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"SILK IN THE FOG"

🍃 CHAPTER 1: the reaping

finnick odair x oc [marlena silk, portrayed by jessica alba]

warnings: none yet, just the emotional damage of reapings

happy reading! and may the odds be ever in your favour...

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On July 4th, 69 ATT, I was awaken by silence. The sky was always the same on the day of the reaping. I didn't know if it was a coincidence or if someone from the Capitol could transform the sky into a dull gray each year on this date. Probably the latter. Either way, it was sad and gray. Really setting the tone for the day.

I slipped my feet into a pair of old, worn out slippers before heading to the kicthen. Our flat was small with dusty windows and run down furniture, but it was home. Our kitchen consisted of one counter, a sink, a furnace and a small fridge. My mother was hovering in the kitchen, dishes were clattering and the rusty faucet was creaking. I wasn't really sure what exactly she was doing since no real food ever came out of that kitchen, so there was nothing to clean. Probably just trying to clear her mind of what's to come.

In the corner of the room was a raggedy wooden table with four chairs. In one of them sat my father with a chipped mug of cold mint tea in his hands. Other than the tea kettle, there was a loaf of stale bread along with an herb spread my grandmother always made on the table. Speaking of my grandmother, she was rocking in her old chair by the window, knitting with gray wool even though scarves were never needed in July. Her way of dissociating.

I sat down next to my father who immediately cut a generous slice of bread and placed it on my plate. I smiled at him and mumbled a quiet "Good morning" which he returned. My stomach was already tied in knots and instead of eating i poured myself a cup of tea as well. I felt like throwing up and it was only ten in the morning. The nausea usually settles in later. I didn't need to turn around to know my grandmother was squinting at me.

"You need to eat, girl.", she spoke in a soft, worried voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"Doesn't matter.", my mother spoke, "No skipping meals today."

I rolled her eyes when my mother turned around and I took a bite out of the slice of bread. It was cold, stale and almost hard, but all of us were used to it.

"Are you seeing Lacey before...?", my father spoke in a hushed voice.

"Yeah, I'm leaving in ten minutes."

My mother eyed her sharply with a frown, "Be back by two. And don't wander too far."

"I know, mom."

After a few more bites of bread and sips of tea I stood up to get dressed. I put on a pale, crinkly shirt and dark trousers. I slipped into my white flats, well, they used to be white, and threw on my father's old jacket. I made my way to the door before I was stopped in my tracks. My mother came up to me and pointed at my feet.

"Are your shoes clean?"

I looked at my feet too, my flats as clean as they'd ever get. "They're fine."

My father let out a breathy laugh at that. My mother's lips pressed into a line, clearly not amused and clearly not believing me, but she didn't say anything else. I said bye to my family before slipping outside.

On the other side of our door was a rusty stairway that led to the bottom of the tenement. I never fully trusted the steps of the stairway, but I still made my way down until I reached the gray concrete that covered the ground. Outside, the streets of District Eight were mostly quiet except for a few people that dared to go out before the reaping. All of them had clothes stained with dye and factory oils and hands with scars, some even missing fingers. Like me.

I lost my ring and pinky finger on my left hand in an incident at a factory when I was twelve. I don't think about it at all times now. Sometimes I even forget. But when I do remember, it's not even the pain that comes back first, it's the noise. All people in our District, including kids, are obligated to work at least four hours a day in a factory. Loud, smoke smelling factories. First it was the clatter of the loom when it jammed, then the sharp hiss it made. And then the scream that left me.

My station was in the middle, rows and rows of looms stretched out in both directions, the air was thick with dust and sweat. You couldn't really see anything past the person in front of you. The loom jammed, like it sometimes did. Normally I'd shut it off and wait for someone older. I don't know what I was thinking. I reached in, fingers first, and that was it. Everyone told me how lucky I was, how it could've been my whole hand. This wasn't a rare occurrence for our District. Kids lost limbs all the time, they died from different cancers and lung diseases that years st the factories brought. But who cares, right? As long as the Capitol gets their dresses.

I walked towards the square in front of the factory Lacey and I worked at, seeing her already there, waiting like always. Her blonde hair was catching the faint rays of sun that dared to peak through the angry clouds. It was cut in a sharp bob with a fringe that fell just over her eyebrows. She wore a powder blue dress with white buttons and a sad gray cardigan over it, a leather tote slung over her shoulder. She waved once she spotted me.

"Finally!"

"Didn't know we were on a schedule.", I laughed.

"You're late.", Lacey teased, bumping my shoulder as we started walking.

"You got up early?"

"Couldn't sleep. You?", she said while pulling her sleeves over her hands.

"Same."

We kept walking until we reached the square in front of our school. There were some old benches on it and we decided to sit for a while. Lacey pulled out a warm goat's cheese pie out of her bag. I immediately began salivating at the smell.

"Where did you get this?", I asked, shocked.

"Bought it with piggy bank money I've been collecting for a bit.", she sighed. "Thought we should have something special once in a while."

I gave her a gentle smile and a nod before taking a piece of the pie and placing it in my mouth.

"Wow.", I said between bites. Lacey laughed and had some herself. This would've been perfect if we didn't have to stand and listen to names being called in four hours.

"How many entries do you have?", Lacey asked.

"Thirty. You?"

Lacey hissed at my answer. "I have eighteen..."

I shrugged my shoulders at that. Lacey took the tesserae for two people only, her mother and herself. Her father died a year after she was born in an incident at the factories that Lacey never talks about. I never wanted to ask about it.

"How are you this calm?", she asked me.

"I'm not. You know I'm not.", I mumbled. She didn't continue, probably not wanting to get the idea of getting picked into my head.

"Tomorrow we can meet at my place-", Lacey smiled, "And I can show you the new sketches I've been working on."

"More dresses?", I grinned.

"Obviously.", she laughed, "My mom let me use some of her leftover fabric to practice, I'll show you that too."

"Deal."

Lacey kept talking about millions of different things. I was so focused on her stories that I didn't notice the time passing. She always kept me grounded, always knew what to say. Even though we were completely different, she was the only person who really understood me. We've been friends for as long as I could remember, and I loved her to bits.

I noticed the clouds above us turning an even darker gray and I silently hoped it wouldn't rain. I wouldn't want to look like a drowned rat in front of the Capitol screens. We stood up from the bench and continued our walk, looping past the school building before passing the old market. Once we noticed the clock strike one, we headed back to my building. Lacey lived a few tenements down from mine so we parted ways and I climbed up the stairway to my front door.

Inside, my mother was already ironing the fabric of my pale dress that I always wore to reapings. My father was buttoning his dark gray shirt in the cracked mirror of our living room while grandma was helping my mother with the ironing. All of them greeted me and my mother ushered me to take a bath, insisting I had to be perfect for the reaping.

The water was cold and the soap smelt of honey and basil, an expensive item only used for special occasions. I scrubbed my skin the best I could before getting out and drying myself with a rough towel. I draped the dress my mother had ironed over my body, smoothing down the worn fabric. It was a pale lavender color with a lace trimmed collar. Very fancy. I tied my long, straight hair into a low bun and looked at myself in the mirror one final time. My eyes were too big for my skinny cheeks and I looked like a deer in headlights, but it had to do.

I came out of the bathroom and joined my family at the table, a cup of tea waiting for me.

"You look nice.", my father said.

"Thanks, dad."

He smiled warmly. We sat in silence for a while, all of us telling ourselves that everything would be fine. Once the clock struk half past two, we stood and made our way to the door. I felt my grandmother take my hand as we stepped outside and I squeezed it lightly in reassurance.

The entire District was filtering towards the town square. Rows of teenagers stood in lines filtered by age. I stood with the seventeen year old girls with Lacey next to me, still feeling a sting on my index finger from being pricked earlier. Peacekeepers were in their designated places, dressed in titanium white uniforms that this District produced, performing like trained dogs. The temporary stage stood at the far end, made of polished wood that seemed too luxurious for the rest of the District. A big screen was set in the center of the stage, accompanied by three straight wooden chairs.

The centre chair was accompanied by District Eight's mayor. To his left sat the escort, Velvet Madras, wrapped in sharp amethyst silks, caramel hair too big for her head, eyes glistening with Capitol polish. To the mayor's right sat District Eight's mentor, Brannick Threadwell. His forehead was adorned with deep set lines, salt and pepper curls cut to his shoulders, he wore a sharp and stern expression on his tired face, one hand adjusting his moustache and the other resting on his knee.

As the clock struck three o'clock, the mayor stepped up to the podium and began to read. Same story every year, same lies and false emotion. He spoke about the war and the intense losses, the fires, the droughts, the storms. Then came the rising of Panem, the Capitol and the districts. After that came the Dark Days, the uprising of districts against the Capitol. He spoke of the Treaty of Treason that brought peace, and of course, it brought The Hunger Games, telling the people that they are an honour to participate in and that they should be thankful. How nice.

"It is both a time for repentance and a time for thanks.", he said before listing the victors of our District.

The mayor introduced Velvet Madras, who enthusiastically took the mayor's spot at the podium, her voice unnaturally bright in the microphone.

"Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen of District Eight! It is such an honour to be here with you on this important day.", she chimed, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!"

Velvet made her way to the first glass bowl containing hundreds of slips with the girls names. Silence stretched. I felt my heart beat slow and hard in my chest. A hand grabbed mine and Lacey gave me a reassuring smile, even though both of us were shaking.

"Ladies first.", Velvet chirped before her hand dove into the bowl. She pulled the unfortunate slip out. Velvet returned to the podium and smoothed out the piece of paper before reading it out.

"Marlena Silk!"

For a second, I wasn't sure I'd heard it right. The sound of my name coming from Velvet's painted lips echoed in my mind, floating above the rows of teenagers rather than going through them. I felt my eyes widen even more than they already were, my lips slightly parting. My big eyes were dry but hopeless.

Someone next to me gasped. I presumed it was Lacey. But I was already moving.

One foot in front of the other, Marlena. I stepped forward and was greeted with stares from the other girls. The Peacekeepers formed a path in front of me, leading me towards the stage. My knees felt numb and my hands felt clammy, but I kept them in fists by her sides. My face was still even though I wanted to scream. I didn't look behind me at the crowd even though I wanted to. I didn't look at my parents or my grandmother. I couldn't.

My eyes lifted to look at Velvet Madras as I climbed the sturdy steps of the stage. Velvet smiled widely at me like I was a friend she hadn't seen in a long time. I took my place next to the escort, facing the square.

"Let's give a big round of applause for our first tribute!", Velvet's voice echoed through the silent crowd. Monotonous claps followed, but nobody had a smile on their face.

"And now for the boys!", Velvet's heels clicked as she swayed to the second glass bowl, dipping her hand in.

The murmurs across the square quieted to nothing but breathing and rustling fabric. I felt cold sweat gathering on my forehead, my breath still hitching. I had zoned out completely.

Velvet plucked out the second slip, holding it between two gold-painted fingernails before joining me at the podium and revealing the second tribute.

"Tylan Orienth!"

The group of sixteen year old boys rippled and my eyes found the source immediately. A boy with caramel hair cut short and uneven stood frozen as his name rang out. He walked almost in slow motion, a pale face but no tears. I respected it. He took the same path as me, finally joining me on the stage on the other side of Velvet.

"I present to you District Eight's tributes for The Sixty-Ninth annual Hunger Games, Marlena Silk and Tylan Orienth!", the square erupted in half-hearted applause, mechanical and lifeless. I searched the crowd for my family, but was unable to find them. Brannick Threadwell stepped forward now. The mentor's tall frame cast a faint shadow over me and Tylan. His voice didn't join Velvet's, but he offered each of us a curt, grave nod. It wasn't warmth. It wasn't comfort. But it was acknowledgment.

The mayor finished the Treaty of Treasons and motioned for Tylan and I to shake hands. We looked each other in the eye as if saying "Good luck.". I felt his cold and trembling hands and hoped mine weren't the same. The anthem of Panem played, the reaping was over.

I breathed in slowly through my nose, the fabric scent of home filling my lungs for one last time. There was no escaping now.

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⭐️ BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

"SILK IN THE FOG"

- finnick odair x oc -

chapter 1: the reaping

omggg this is so exciting! i know i've been long for a whiiiiiiile and i apologise 🙏, but now i'm back with something big!

i'm working on a book for the hunger games that follows my character, marlena silk, through the 69th hunger games.

she's a quiet but alert girl from district 8, 17 years old, lives with her family and grandma.

she gets reaped alongside a boy called tylan orienth, and that's where her story starts.

she becomes district eight's doe, catching the eye of the capitol and of course, finnick odair.

the first chapter is up on my wattpad (stargirlisdead), and i will post it here too! but the rest of the book will be on wattpad only.

go and give it a read! i can't wait for everyone to fall in love with marlena and her and finnick's story!

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i’m so sorry for being mia 🙏🙏 i’ll be getting on the requests and more stories asap!!! promise

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polaroids | billy loomis x reader

summary: y/n loves to take pictures, and has her polaroid camera on her at all times. she puts the polaroids up in her locker and billy makes fun of her for it.

warnings: nothing really, y/n says asshole at one point. she/her used for reader.

y/n turned her pastel camera to face her and her friends by the school fountain, snapping a silly photo of them. stu was right next to her, sticking his tongue out like he always did. tatum sat next to stu, with a fake shocked expression on her face. billy wasn’t very amused and it showed, but sidney and randy were both making weird faces at the camera.

later that day, y/n walked over to her locker, happy to have another picture to join her army of polaroids in the locker. she loved to decorate her locker with different stickers and drawings, but most of all she loved hanging up memories with her friends.

she opened the locker and stuck the new picture right next to an older one of her and billy at one of stu’s parties. he was raising his eyebrows while she was pressing a kiss to his cheek. she smiled at the memory.

“boo!”

“agh!”, she turned abruptly, looking billy dead in the eyes, “asshole!”

he laughed at her before his eyes were set on the door of her locker.

“you seriously stick all of these up in here?”

“yeah, and what about it? i love my friends.”, she said semi-sarcastically.

he looked at her in disbelief before covering his mouth to laugh at her again. in reality, he thought it was cute how she liked to keep memories alive. especially the one at stu’s party. billy couldn’t lie to himself, he always blushed whenever she’d get too close to him. but she couldn’t know that.

“okay then, i’ll take the ones with you off since you hate it so much.”, she mumbled, making sure to sound offended.

“no, don’t do that!”

“so you like it?”

“no…i just make up for everyone else’s ugliness. i mean, you need to have at least one attractive person in the pictures…”, she looked at him with raised eyebrows, offended, “besides you of course.”

she smiled and rolled her eyes playfully, “i’ve gotta get to class billy, we can catch a movie later if you want to? you can ask stu and the others to come with.”

“uh…i actually think they’re all busy tonight, we can go alone.”

“yeah, right.”, she smiled again, making him smile slightly too.

“i’m serious.”

“sure you are.”, she muttered before placing a kiss on his cheek and heading to class.

he just stood there, flustered, before shaking his head and going to class himself. why did she make him feel so…weird? he didn’t like feeling weird. but he looked forward to seeing that movie with her. maybe they could make another picture for her to add to her locker.

//notes//

this is veeery short…sorry. next one will be them at the cinema:)

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Would you ever roleplay Stu?

you’re gonna have to explain that a bit more 😭😭

if you mean that in the context of me acting like stu in some sort of way?? i don’t think so, i just write stories :))

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the beginning | stu macher x reader

summary: alternate version to the end 😉

warnings: murder, gore, knives and guns, swearing, blood, think that’s it? she/her pronouns used for reader.

he was seeing red. everything was suddenly quiet.

he pulled his knife out of chad meeks’ heart, his body dropping right next to his already dead sister. poetic.

the man turned to face his remaining three victims, but they weren’t there. he rolled his eyes to himself, knowing he’d be bleeding two of them dry in the next few minutes.

but then he heard blood curdling screams.

he ran in the direction of them, and found the most confusing scene he’d seen so far. a person dressed in the same black robe as him was standing over tara carpenter’s body, a knife in their hand. with their other hand, they were pointing a gun at samantha carpenter and sidney prescott.

so this is the mysterious ghostface that had been killing beside him. pathetic. he’d kill them too in a few minutes.

he pulled his gun out and shot the intruder in the shoulder, forcing a loud groan out of them. they looked at him with an annoyed look he couldn’t see.

“i mean really, the first thing you do after all these years is shoot me? thanks a lot, stu.”

he froze when they spoke. he knew that voice. it was the same voice that had been haunting his dreams for years. the same voice that let out cries of disappointment and terror on the unfaithful night in 1996. the same that’d scold him whenever he did something innocently stupid, and praise him because she loved him more than anything.

“what the hell..”,he trembled as he spoke. for the past 30 years, he thought she was dead. and he thought it was his fault. he never stopped blaming himself, and he always wished that she was alive.

“surprise, stu.”,her gloved hand reached up to the ghostly mask on her face, dropping it to the floor. y/n loomis’ face was revealed with a sly smile on her lips.

he was in so much shock he couldn’t speak. he just stared at her. he wanted to cry but dismissed it, not wanting to seem soft in front of her. after all, he’s not 17 years old anymore. he can’t be so sensitive.

sidney’s face twisted in puzzlement as she took in the woman in front of her. the same woman who’s name was never said during the news announcing the deaths on the night of 1996. nobody knew where she was, but they all assumed she was dead. i mean after all, her brother did injure her pretty badly. sidney had always thought that she had just bled out and died.

in reality, billy loomis never intended for his sister to die. but he couldn’t have her being the only person without any injuries. and when he stabbed her and stared into her eyes, he looked at her in a way that said you’re going to be okay.

and she was okay. physically at least.

what billy didn’t know was that his sister would go on and become exactly like him.

as soon as stu got back to reality, he ran over to y/n and clutched onto her shoulder, apologising for what he’d just done.

“how the hell are you alive…”, he whispered, holding onto her as if she would disappear if he let go. his heartbeat quickened as her face inched closer to his. she kissed him with so much desperation, he could feel how much she’d been longing to touch him again. his brows furrowed as he kissed her back. their lips moved in sync and passion, the same way they did when they were teenagers. they pulled away, uncomfortable with sam’s and sidney’s staring, and awkwardly look at the two women.

“the hell are you two looking at?!”, stu’s raspy voice spoke.

sidney quickly turned and looked to the ground, but sam kept staring.

“you just murdered my sister and you have the nerve to make out over her dead body?!”

y/n laughed silently.

“since you’re being such a brat, i guess it’s time we get this shit show over with.”, and with one quick motion she shot at sidney’s stomach, sending three bullets into her. she screamed as the pain pierced through her whole body, falling to the ground. y/n walked over to her and lowered herself so she could look into the woman’s eyes.

“after all these years, billy loomis’ sister comes back to finish what her brother started. wouldn’t that be a fun news title? oh sid, you and i and stu are gonna be everywhere.“

sidney’s eyes were teary as she spoke, “you’ll never get away with this.”

“yeah, yeah that’s what you say to everyone.”, she muttered before piercing her knife directly into sidney’s heart.

she gasped in pain and looked into y/n’s darkened eyes. she used to be such a sweet girl. her brother had ruined her.

“say hi to billy for me, yeah?”, she whispered with a smile.

“f-uck you..”

and she was gone.

it was done.

the last thing y/n and stu heard were sam’s screams and cries before stu knocked her out with his fist. i mean, they couldn’t have his daughter dying here.

they held hands as they walked towards a back door, proud of themselves for ending everything. every single person who was involved with this was dead. except sam of course.

y/n twirled her brother’s old knife between her fingers, thinking to herself. i hope you’re proud of me, billy.

7 days later

the news were still full of crime scenes and mysteries. sam had woken up in the hospital with amnesia. she couldn’t remember anything about the night. it wasn’t what stu and y/n were going for, but it was definitely convenient.

they’d never be able to catch them. they were still dead, right?

they laid together in bed in an old cabin in some unknown woods. they were close to a city. close enough to be able to buy groceries, but far enough so that nobody would bother them.

stu’s arms were wrapped around her waist, her head pressed to his chest. she listened to his heartbeat, grateful to have him in her arms again. he kissed the top of her head, brushing one of his hands through her hair.

he wondered how he managed to pull all of this off. he completed a huge murder spree, and his soulmate had returned to him. in his eyes, he was the luckiest motherfucker in the world.

and she felt fulfilled. the one person she loved the most in this world was her’s again. and she couldn’t ask for anything more than that. she would do anything for him.

they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies warm against each other. their hearts were full and their minds were clear for the first time in thirty years.

this was their new beggining.

//notes//

i hope you guys like this different ending, it’s not that good but i think it’s okay 😚⭐️

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i just wanted to thank everyone for the love on my first post 🥹🥹 i’m new to this and i never thought i’d get over 10 likes 💀 but seriously thank you so much!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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the end | stu macher x reader

summary: on the 30th anniversary of maureen prescott’s murder, stu comes back to kill one last time. what he doesn’t know is that his presumably dead girlfriend, and billy’s sister, will come back to end everything herself.

warnings: okayy, this one is a lot. so: murder, knives and guns, suicide, angst, swearing, lmk if there’s something i missed! it’s kinda shit tbh but i was thinking about this a lot bc i am a firm believer that stu’s alive!! also she/her pronouns used for reader.

it was september 28th, 2026. the 30 year anniversary of maureen prescott’s murder.

his forearm tightened around tara’s neck, holding the old knife to her throat. her sister stood in front of them, hands in the air with his gun pointing right at her. sidney watched the scene from the ground, cluthing onto the deep stab wound in her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. a tear slipped down her cheek, wishing a miracle would happen to finish all of this. by now, he had killed almost everyone in the building.

when he took the old, busted up mask off of his face, sidney almost fainted. she thought she was having a nightmare for a brief moment. moments later, his knife was deep in her stomach and he was looking directly into her eyes.

his goal was to have only two survivors, samantha carpenter and himself. i mean, he could never kill her, he would hate himself forever. the only thing that didn’t go to plan was the fact that he didn’t commit all of the murders, and he didn’t know who did. he couldn’t say he wasn’t freaked out by that, but he hadn’t given it much thought. he was focused on his goal, to finish what had started in 1995.

he was about to push the knife into the squirming girl’s skin when a gunshot was heard in the distance. he knew somebody would come barging in soon. so he proceeded with what he was about to do.

his knife cut her throat in one swift motion. he pushed her to the ground and watched as her life left her body, listening to the loud screams her sister and sidney let out.

he smiled to himself, “you’ve still got it, stu.”

sam tried to come to tara’s side, but he shot her in the leg before she could move. she screamed in agony. the whole building was echoing with cries of the young woman.

sidney was slowly losing consciousness, cursing herself for not hugging her kids tighter when she left.

but then, another gunshot was fired.

except this one was fired right into the wall next to his head.

he raised his gun at the new person in the room. they wore the same black coat he did, and had an equally beat up mask on their face.

“take the fucking mask off you piece of shit! you think you can come barging in here and ruin everything for me?!”, he yelled.

“stu, stu, stu…why so angry? i always thought billy was the hot-headed one…guess i was wrong”, the person spoke through a voice changer.

“i mean, there’s no need to insult me…i helped you kill those people after all.”

“so you’re the dick that jumped in on my shit. this was supposed to end with me you fuck! i don’t need some random kids ruining my plans!”

“i’m not just some random kid, stu. and it will end with you, don’t worry.”, they said before reaching up for their mask.

the mask fell to the ground, and stu macher’s face fell in shock. he lowered the gun and just stared at the person in front of him.

“have you missed me?”

the voice of y/n loomis echoed through the room. stu let a tear fall down his scarred face, quickly wiping it away.

sidney was out cold on the floor, leaving only sam. y/n’s eyes flickered to sidney, noticing she was breathing. she smiled, glad sidney was going to be alright.

“you’re samantha. it’s good to finally meet you.”

sam stared at her, barely processing what the hell is going on. didn’t y/n loomis die in 1996?

stu walked over to y/n, her gun pointing at him.

“put the gun down, y/n.”, he said in a soft voice. she missed his voice so much.

she looked at him through her eyelashes, slowly lowering the gun. he cupped her face with tears in his eyes and kissed her, rubbing his thumb on her chin. she kissed him back, placing her hand on his scarred cheek. she ran her fingertips over the old cuts, her mind taking her back to the night of horror he and her brother caused.

she pulled away and he pressed his forehead against her’s.

“i thought we killed you. i couldn’t forgive myself for thirty years.”, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

she gave him a small smile before pushing him away, leaving the man with a puzzled look on his face. she raised her gun again, pointing at him, and walked over to sam.

“sam, i am so sorry you’re a part of this messed up bloodline. and i hope you can find peace after all of this is over.”, she spoke softly, looking at her niece from above. she was holding her sister’s hand, sobbing quietly to herself. she watched her aunt with a dazed look, barely nodding at her words.

“y/n, what are you doing?”

“it’s about time this ended, don’t you think, stu?”, she turned to look at him, tears forming in her own eyes. they were glossed with fear, but at the same time certainty. she knew this had to be done.

“isn’t that why you joined in? i’m going to kill this bitch and then it’s over. you and i leave. together.”, he said pointing his knife at sidney.

y/n looked at the floor and smiled to herself weakly. he was always such a lapdog to her brother. always doing whatever billy wanted.

“you know, stu, billy’s dead. you no longer have to go along with everything he says and wants.”

“i’m doing this for myself. you killed people, y/n. i know you want to finish this off.”

“i do. but i only killed people who deserved it. and i am going to finish this off.”, she pointed the gun directly at his head, biting her lip to stop a sob from coming out of her.

his eyes widened with realisation. he moved towards her but stopped once he realised she was serious.

“y/n don’t be stupid..you can’t kill me. you won’t be able to live with yourself.”, he uttered in a broken voice.

“you’re right. i won’t be.”, she stuttered, finally letting the tears fall from her eyes.

“no…y/n. please don’t do this. i have to finish what we started.”, he pleaded.

“stu, this will only continue to happen if you’re alive. this should’ve stopped with you and billy dead in 1996. and as much as i would love to run off and spend my life with you…i know that that’s not how it’s supposed to be.”, she said, sobbing.

she loved stu. for all of these years she spent in hiding, a part of her wished that her brother’s knife had killed her that day. she always knew he intended for her to live, to escape, but when she realised that her brother and her boyfriend were behind the horrors of woodsboro, she wanted to be in the ground with them both. she hated herself for carrying the loomis name, and she hated herself for loving a macher.

stu’s baby blues found her’s with a sad look. he also knew this had to be done, deep inside of him. but he was crazy after all. he didn’t care what was right. the gun from his hand fell to the ground in defeat, and so did the knife from his other hand. he walked closer to y/n. he wanted to see her face. he wanted that to be the last face he saw before his death. she was the only person besides billy who ever made him happy, who gave him a purpose. and all of these years he was planning how he was going to end this and bury himself in his own sorrow and despair. he couldn’t live without her. but the world couldn’t live with him.

so he let a small smile creep onto his lips in defeat.

“i love you y/n. i’ll always love you.”

“i love you too stu.”, she muttered. her face was red and her eyes were puffy.

she screamed loudly before shooting. the cries that left her were like nothing you’ve ever heard. she fell to her knees and crawled to his lifeless body, cupping his cheek and burrowing her head into his neck, letting out loud sobs.

“i’m so sorry stu. i’m so sorry.”,she cried.

sam watched from behind, barely comprehending what she just saw. she didn’t know wether to feel sorry for y/n, or happy that she killed him. her hand was wrapped around tara’s, wishing that y/n would’ve came in the room minutes earlier.

y/n turned her head to look at sam.

“take sidney and leave.”, she whispered.

sam stared at her in disbelief, “i can’t just leave my sister here!”

y/n turned fully and pointed her gun at the girl.

“i said, take sidney and leave. now.”

sam shook her head with tears in her eyes and got up. the pain in her leg was sharp, but she managed to go to sidney and drag her up. she looked at her aunt one last time and nodded before leaving as fast as she could.

once sam was gone, y/n was left alone with stu. she hated herself for what she just did. but she knew that her niece would be safe now that he’s gone. but she wasn’t finished yet.

she placed a soft kiss on stu’s lips before hugging him one last time.

“see you in hell.”, she thought to herself before bringing the weapon up to her head and finishing what her brother had started.

everything was finally peaceful. and it will be peaceful for eternity.

//notes//

THIS IS SO BAD LMFAOO but i’ll get better i promise🙏🙏it was a good idea just shit execution…if you guys want like one shots or a story from when they were teens lmk i’d love to write that!! okay byeee thanks for reading this trash!!🫶🏻⭐️

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melting | stu macher x reader

summary: reader can’t sleep, goes to stu’s house for a distraction. she/her pronouns used for reader.

warnings: nothing much i can think of, there’s one sex joke but it’s mostly just fluff.

y/n felt herself sinking into the cloud white mattress below her, her eyes fluttering shut to adjust to the dim lit room. she watched the darkness in her mind, hoping that she’d just stop thinking for a moment. her hands trailed up the wall next to her and found the light switch, darkening the room for the fifth time this night.

it was around 2:35 a.m, and y/n couldn’t get any sleep for the past three hours. she laid in silence, but her mind was loud. her thoughts were never ending and she easily got lost in them. she groaned, realising she was probably going to spend the rest of the night cursing to herself in her bed.

but then she got an idea.

the day before, y/n was telling her friend, stu macher, about her sleeping troubles. and stu being stu, he told her she could always come to his place if she couldn’t sleep. of course, y/n took the offer with a grain of salt, since nobody would want someone barging into their house in the middle of the night.

y/n would be lying if she said stu’s offer didn’t excite her, though.

he was always a friend, someone who always looked out for her and gave her company. but lately, y/n started noticing how stu’s baby blue eyes glimmered when the sun hit them, and how she was the only one who laughed at his childish jokes. she wondered to herself if this was weird, that she felt tingles in her stomach every time her friend looked at her a second longer, or every time his hand brushed against her’s in the school hallway. she didn’t want to admit to herself, but y/n really, really, liked stu macher.

so, ignoring the fact that stu’s offer was probably just him being nice, y/n got up from her bed and slipped into some warm clothes. she didn’t really think about what she was doing, she just let her feet take her away.

and soon enough, she was standing in front of stu macher’s house with her blanket in her left hand and a bag of popcorn she found in her pantry in her right hand. she knew his parents were out of town, he was having a party later this week. so she just rang the doorbell.

the lights in the hallway switched on, and here came macher in all his glory.

the glory being…a pair of shorts with hearts on them and a white tank top. along with very disheveled hair and a sour look on his face.

“what the hell are you doing here…it’s 3:00 a.m?”

“well, you did say i could come here if i had trouble sleeping again…”

he looked at her for a moment and then a grin appeared on his sleepy face. he groaned and opened the door so his friend could come in.

“honestly, i didn’t think you’d take that seriously..”

“yeah…i guess i wasn’t really thinking straight. i’m sorry i’ll leave..”, she said, rubbing her tired eyes with the back of her hand. what was she even thinking?

“no, i didn’t say you should leave! it’s nice to have some company..billy blew me off earlier so i was alone for the whole day, i wanted to call you actually but i didn’t want to—“

“billy blew you off?”, y/n smirked at him. he rolled his eyes at her with a smile.

“yeah i know you’re jealous.”

“of you? definitely.”, she joked. he raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

they headed to the living room, sitting down on the couch. stu put on a random tv channel and opened the bag of popcorn.

“so..why can’t you sleep?”

“you think i’d be here with you if i knew?”

“well, maybe i could help.”

she eyed him with a sarcastic grin on her face. her eyes landed on his heart-patterned shorts and she laughed.

“listen, these shorts are the best fashion piece i have and they are nothing to laugh at!”

she only laughed more, and he joined her.

stu loved y/n’s laugh, and the only thing he loved more than it was being the reason she laughed. he always noticed the dimples that appeared next to her eyes when she was happy, and he thought they were really cute.

y/n inched closer to stu and laid with her back against his chest. this wasn’t unusual to them, they often had movie nights where they would cuddle up together on the couch, it was purely platonic.

but this time, stu’s stomach twisted in a weird way while her back was pressed against him. his arms snaked around her waist and held her close, and she exhaled calmly.

“i guess i’m just really stressed. i have a lot on my mind..”

he nuzzled his head in her shoulder. her face heated up from his hot breath on her neck, but she didn’t say anything.

“you know i’m always here for you when you need something, that’s what friends are for.”, he said with a smirk.

she smiled and turned her head to look at him. his face was relaxed with a lazy grin hanging on his lips. when did he get so attractive?

his eyes flickered between her lips and her eyes, leaning in slowly until there were only inches in between them. she gave in and pressed her lips against his soft ones.

his heart was running wild and one of his hands came up to cup her face. their lips moved in perfect sync and they both melted into the kiss.

she pulled away and immediately had a huge smile plastered on her face, and so did he. he took her hands in his and intertwined their fingers, kissing her forehead. she laid her head against his chest again and closed her eyes. she felt relaxed.

“i guess i did help.”, he muttered and laughed softly. he let himself relax and he held her close.

they fell asleep like that, ignoring the fact that they’d have to talk about this in the morning. the only thing that mattered now was each other’s touch.

[shitideas]

⭐️ info

my name is celeste, i’m 18 and i’m just starting this blog! i’m planning on writing short stories or one shots on characters that i currently like, or by requests.

i won’t be writing smut, mostly because i feel weird writing it… 🌚

i’ll mostly be writing fluff and angst, or just what i’m feeling in the moment.

i might also post some of my art here since i do draw!

♡ - fluff

☆ - angst

characters i’m writing for:

ТHE HUNGER GAMES

finnick odair: book, "silk in the fog"

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

coriolanus snow

haymitch abernathy

SCREAM

stu macher : melting ♡, the end ☆ the beggining ☆

billy loomis : polaroids ♡

TV SHOWS

ginny & georgia

marcus baker

outer banks

jj maybank

pope heyward

rafe cameron

shameless

carl gallagher

lip gallagher

you can send in requests for some other characters if you’d like, i can’t really remember all of the shows i’ve watched lol. thank you for coming onto my page! i’ll see you soon with some stories 🫶🏻

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